Rough Sex & Suspension Bondage

Bobbi Starr is back for more. She strips down, spreads her arms and waits for Mr. Pete to bind her wrists high above her head. Rope bites into her skin, her toes barely touch the floor. He circles her like he owns the space between them. First the flogger—hard strokes across her tits that make them bounce and redden. She gasps, then laughs, low and dirty. He grips her throat, fingers her asshole without warning, two thick digits pumping while her body swings. She gets wet fast. He replaces fingers with cock, driving straight into that tight hole while she hangs helpless. Every thrust jolts her whole frame. Sweat slides down her spine. He slaps her ass red, grabs her swinging tits, pinches her nipples until she screams. Then he pulls out, works her open again with his hand, and slams back in deeper. She shakes, drools, comes with her feet kicking at nothing. He keeps fucking her ass like he wants to break her in half. She lets him. She came here for exactly this.